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Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.

RUN! There it is again! I feel as if I should listen to it , and listen to it I shall. I take off speeding into the direction of home. My mind tells me that he will easily catch me with his car – it’s inevitable. I keep running , running till I feel my lungs burn. I run until I cannot run anymore. I hear a car catching up with me , I turn around to see if it was him. Sure enough it was him coming at me with full speed. I try to think on my feet and take a detour to my home. On this new routine , I see an ally way that is too small for any car to drive in. In one swift motion , I run into it. I hear a car tires screech and I know it is his. I keep on running until I exit the ally from the oth

This is the first time this has happened to me, but I have no time to worry about it. Then I run, even more, taking advantage of the fact that I can see, without looking back, avoiding rocks and trees so fast that I don't understand how I do it. Behind me, there are noises of an animal, but it must be my imagination or so I hope with all my forces.

Marco's pov I was running. I don't know where or who is chasing me, I need to hurry for something, maybe for someone too, I'm so scared. I feel a hot burning in the lungs when I'm running as hard as I can, huge footsteps pursuing me echoing so much that I can't tell if they are near or just behind me, the fleeting blurred glimpse as I snatch a look behind, my heart hammering in my ears, listening to the click of fine leather shoes drawing nearer and nearer and nearer

I yelped as I ran away I could hear his steps from behind "get back here!!" he yelled as he ran after me "ahh....!!" I screamed and laughed "you're really chasing me??" I yelled "why won't I??" he replied I then jumped over a fence and he did same Oh..okay I never planned to run but since he wants to run..I'll Make him run He doesn't know who he's running with Me! Kaylani Hendrix.. Best Marathon race runner in high school

I read it quickly. Dear Dean, I'm sorry to write you this letter. My pack isn't safe anymore. The news about who I am is out and I will be hunted to the ends of the earth. I can't put you or anyone else at risk so I'm running. No pack would be strong or safe enough. I would die if I caused you or your pack harm. I wish things were different but this is my reality and I must make the right choice. Please find someone else that will make you happy that will be a good Luna for your pack. Please let me go.

WELLINGTON'S POV Maybe if I run faster, I can escape this place. I just have to keep moving without looking back, and then I’ll be free. Freedom. What does that even taste like? I’d love to know. All I need to do is keep putting one foot in front of the other, never giving up no matter how much my breath burns or how hot my head feels. My small body creates narrow paths through the bushy part of the desert as I run farther into what looks like a hill. There are too many rocks and pebbles beneath my feet, but there is grass everywhere too. Those sharp ones that cut like razor blades when they prick your skin.

“I guess you’re surprised that I know. Don’t worry! Not everyone knows you. So, what are you doing in the middle of the forest? I doubt you’re here for a run.” I grinned. “To be honest, I ran all the way here. Running makes me forget what is stressing me out. It’s the only thing I am better at… Running I mean,” I explained when he looked confused briefly. “I prefer running than facing anyone who wants to hurt me, especially when I can’t handle the consequences.” But I broke my past rules twice. I didn’t run from Luke and chose to punish him instead. “But what if you can’t run, what will you do then?”

I start running. My chest fills too tight to take in breath, my body burns, my thighs hurt. I run without looking at where I'm going. The only thought in my head is that I have to get away, I have to run harder, faster. But I can feel them gaining on me, gunfire echoes in the air. They'll kill me. I trip on a root and tumble, a shout escaping me as I roll for a few turns, scraping my knee, my trouser torn.

Then, there is a shift in the air. The moon begins to ascend into the sky, climbing higher and higher signalling the time is near. Co-ordinators of The Run – mated wolves whose job is to keep us safe – climb onto the cages keeping the problem females captive. They are waiting for the gun shot to release us. Thankfully, the wind is blowing softly from behind us. I could not get any luckier with nature on my side. With my scent blowing away from the males and deep into the forest, I will be able to get away quickly and find a hiding spot that hopefully has gear or food for me to take. With a grin, I slowly climb to my feet and lazily stretch, preparing my body to run because my life depends on